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Magic and Mystery
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Magic and Mystery |
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Kethry Member Rara Avis
since 2000-07-29
Posts 9082Victoria Australia 
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Write to me of mystery of sorceries foul and fair Make good your boast and take this host, Into the gryphons lair So I can feel the romance real And give up mundane care. Speak to me of savagery Of times and tides gone past Where men of might, fought for the right and maiden's hand surpassed under your wing, I know one thing the real world cannot last. Send unto me, a Judas tree A magic pure and true Peace, true and just cannot be cussed when coming straight from you Then on your wing, I'll soar and sing This time is gone on cue. Take from me my poetry Its magic lifts your soul Read things deep, you'll better sleep to quietly make you whole the world outside, and all your pride; is lost to questing role Here in the midst of my lonely abyss, a single joy I find...your presence in my mind. Unknown |
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Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA |
Lynne, you continue to amaze me with your words... Love this one...makes me want to write and write... |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Of course the title grabbed me and drew me in..  What a wonderful piece this is... Enchanting for certain! ~Hugs~ ~Somewhere in my heart I'm always |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
A very enchanting write Lynne. Enjoyed. Thank you. Maree  |
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Startime55 Member Elite
since 2003-04-05
Posts 2148Alberta, Canada |
Oh WOW!!!I love the way I flowed through this beautiful poem...Brilliant... |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Kethry~ I really enjoyed this. It seems you took a poetic transcendence back to times of yore~ Delightful read~ *Huglets* ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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Sven
since 1999-11-23
Posts 14937East Lansing, MI USA |
I really like the ryhme scheme in this one Keth. . . gives it just enough interest. . . great work. . . -------------------------------------------------------------- To the world, you may only be one person. But to one person, you may be the world. |
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vandana
since 1999-10-22
Posts 10463USA |
enjoyed |
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Pilgrimage Member Elite
since 2001-12-04
Posts 3945Texas, USA |
Well, Keth, you know I always do what I'm told, but it didn't exactly come out like I thought it would. Magic and Mystery? I suppose. Here goes: In misty Avra-el, on the shores of a frigid loch, the wee folk scheme their rancid schemes, and plot their slimy plots. In shrouded towers the high elves hug tight their wounded pride, and dream of shadowed forest days and spider-silken nights. Malice drifts like ancient wraiths afraid of clean sunlight; the Sidhe set sail toward paradise but foundered on their spite. Nan (Pilgrim variety) |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
Kethry~ You've got such a unique style, I wish I could write the way you do. Really love the way your pen moves~ |
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Kethry Member Rara Avis
since 2000-07-29
Posts 9082Victoria Australia |
Nan, thanks and... The unsleigh sidhe and seelie wight, have ventured forth to claim the night Where malice deep will call the tune and dead men sleep, to turn the moon In Avra-el, the rancid toad foreshadows hell - and walks the road Where mystery at dawn of day is kept, from me by spite's own way This tale untrue; but bitter gall becomes my rue - consumes my all Here in the midst of my lonely abyss, a single joy I find...your presence in my mind. Unknown |
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Pilgrimage Member Elite
since 2001-12-04
Posts 3945Texas, USA |
I have to agree. Ghostly fingers stir a haze lying low upon the murky loch. A dim and distant sun looks down; in the air, a smell of rot. The days are chill in Avra-el; the nights like watered wine. The banshee rides a fitful breeze, the Bright Sidhe wither with their vine. Too many stars have fallen now, too many dreams have passed. There is no hope for Avra-el, it drifts, and dies, at last. Nan (Pilgrim variety) |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
you two are very engaging. I am enjoying the continuance of your talents. hugss to you Both, Nan(of the Pilgrim variety) and Keth. M |
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Kethry Member Rara Avis
since 2000-07-29
Posts 9082Victoria Australia |
Nan , thanks so much for the double response but you shouldn't encourage me - I'm bad enough without it. Here is your punishment. The mystery of bright new day is hidden deep in Avra-el the loch of dark has claimed its prey the rotting corpse begins to swell The watered wine with chill of gall; they've darkling tastes in Avra-el the banshee sings laments, in call to trap the Sidhe in deeds of fell The bright Sidhe wither from their vine the stars fall too in Avra-el the dreams have gone, it's past their time the magic time is dead in dell And mystery has set its course to leave the realm of Avra-el into the land of men by force come darkling dreams and hollow spell Magnus, if I'm inspired to write it's because there are so many other inspiring writers on this and other sites. Enchantress, I don't know about wonderful but it was magic to write and as you can see magic = unpredictable. Dark Angel, I scribble but you write. I'm glad you enjoyed my scribble. Startime55, thank you for your flow, both poetic and encouraging. Marge, it was days of yore but inspired by your days of glory. Vandana, and could it be that I should boast? Except within the gift you gave I appreciate you more than most Your 'enjoyed' is what I crave. BluesSerenade, lol, unique is one way to put it. Thanks for your kindness. nakdthoughts, I'm so glad you looked again. Thanks for the encouragement. Here in the midst of my lonely abyss, a single joy I find...your presence in my mind. Unknown |
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Marsha
since 2000-07-10
Posts 7423Maidstone Kent England |
Beloved one this is absolutely wonderful and I’m bumping it to the top. So this is just a little bit of play from me but its no match for you and Nan. You know that I adore you and think your writing is outstandingly good. Well this is especially so. Truly superb writing beloved one Its not a place so darkly fell Listen to the Banshee’s song And go again to Avra-el The wine is rich and very red Not pale and watered gall And Avra-el is alive not dead Come hear the Sidhe call The fairy folk dance all night And Mr. Toad holds court Avra-el is a place of light Where dreams are always sought Come once again to Avra-el And feel its enchantment speak Hear the tone of music’s bell And fantasies go seek Un-shield your mortal eyes behold Avra-el waits for you Maidens fair and hero’s bold Reveal this place is true   Love you always And forever Slushy  Tomorrow is another day I don't know what it holds |
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garysgirl
since 2002-09-29
Posts 19237Florida, USA |
Kethry, I really enjoyed reading this thread. I read a lot of poetry in one thread. It was all superb, too. You are all such talented writers. I thank you all for sharing your work with us. :heary: Hugs, Ethel |
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Kethry Member Rara Avis
since 2000-07-29
Posts 9082Victoria Australia |
Sven, how could I forget you. Thanks for your response. garysgirl, Thank you so much for your response. Marsha, give me a moment for pity's sake... ok enough, boy you play rough! In Avra-el, the tales do tell of mystery and light where brighter Sidhe will do the deed and fantasy takes flight where darkling dreams or so it seems are lost to magic bright this place is true although the rue to Langothe now is lost. And Avra-el or, so tales tell has gone to pay the cost the minstrels lied though dreamers cried and strove- spent and star crossed The maidens fair and heroes rare in Avra-el do dwell although they seek the rift is weak and all roads lead to hell then with their pride and pain inside they paint in faerie tell Yet speak to me of mystery for Avra-el is real for darkling dreams and all my schemes can never make me feel and I would dwell in Avra-el rent wide its magic seal Then all may know the place to go, by which we are defined that - magic there in which to share, creates a bitter bind for dark and light take up the fight unravel and rewind. Here in the midst of my lonely abyss, a single joy I find...your presence in my mind. Unknown [This message has been edited by Kethry (05-19-2003 09:14 PM).] |
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Pilgrimage Member Elite
since 2001-12-04
Posts 3945Texas, USA |
You guys! I'm in a bind here, but here goes: Ah, my dear, my Avra-el, lost in chilly mists. Listen to the tale I tell, of love that’s sorrow-kissed. The nervous child-queen hummed, enchantment filled the air. Hoof-falls clacked and drummed across the cobbled square. Her ladies in their bright attire stood around the queen. Across the threshold fell the squire, the girl began to keen. In grief she saw him rise to speak, gasping out her fear. “The king is dead, the vultures sleek, the dark horde drawing near.” “The army’s gone, we can’t defend the walls. Their cold iron bites through our shields-this thing called men is worse than orcs and wights.” He staggered then, and fell dead at the word; the ladies round began to wail. The young queen bent and took his sword, “They’ll never have this vale!” She climbed the ramparts, sword in hand, and saw the coming shade. She drew a black and scarlet brand on air, with shining blade. She spoke a word that dripped with blood, and crumpled to the ground. The troops came on through mist and mud, but no city could be found. Locked in dreams of love and light, the elf-queen lies in state. And Avra-el knows clouded night, and cold stone hurt and hate. Nan (Pilgrim variety) |
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icebox Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 4383in the shadows |
Magic was believed because real magic is what magic does. |
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Bill Charles Member Patricius
since 2000-07-11
Posts 10619highways, & byways, for now |
Kethry - a'hhh my friend, always the pen shows how good of a poet you are, and a heart warm... BC |
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